FEAR

He is always there, the monster(s) of my childhood. Even walking in the quiet meadow, nuts from the hickories crunching underfoot, there is in my belly a fear.

A fear erupting from the first attack that stuck. At any moment a bomb might explode, something horrific, shocking, deadly.

That fear, that monster, is still with me.

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